when did this all start anyway?

we have all the time in the would to kill

so lets converse over my imperfections

you did it all the time

even when i was standing next to you

why should now be any different?

you already shattered

my self image

with your self righteous

fist of disapproval

i guess when i wasn't there

i wasn't there period

was i

no

trust is not an option with me anymore

my secrets are my secrets

i've been pushed into this state

of discomfort once before

i cannot act like it doesn't bother me

my eyes strain

clearly enough for you

to understand something

your lack of compassion

will never allow you to see